My hair can sometimes look weirdly awesome in photographs--in real life it's incredibly fine, thin, and in desperate need of a haircut that doesn't cost $100.
wearing J-brand jeans, UO t-shirt and boots, Martin + Osa cardigan, roommate's vintage belt, vintage jewelry
I wore this outfit to (attempt) to go see Karen Elson last month. It was sold out so I drowned my sorrows in a delicious nicoise olive martini instead. Still would have loved to see Karen Elson though.
wearing Gap sweater, aa t-shirt, infiniti scarf, thrifted leather shorts, unknown thigh highs, made by elves booties
I've removed the picture from my header (that's soooo 2008, y'know?), and now I'm photoshopping (Gimping, actually) pictures of myself into colorful nature photography. I think this blog has officially jumped the shark.
I feel this is an appropriate time to use the Chuck Palahniuk quote: "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known."
Found this perfect rust-colored blazer at Black and Brown on Sunday and wore it to work today. Quick survey: do you wash thrift store finds before wearing them? I admit, I don't usually, unless there are specific stains/odors I want to remove. And I don't consider myself an un-squeamish person who regularly forgoes washing and forgets to change underwear. Besides, Black and Brown is pretty clean and doesn't smell like a regular thrift store.
Also I'm debating whether or not to change out the buttons. They're so grotesquely cheap looking but I sort of like them. Thoughts?
More nail art (done by meeee) + Lorick dress from Gilt Groupe, worn with Christian Louboutin heels
I am betraying everything that I believe to be true about myself and going camping in the Santa Cruz mountains this weekend. Two reasons I make a less-than desirable candidate for outdoor living: I don't even own a sleeping bag and I insist on shaving my legs every day. This could get interesting.
Watching a show about competitive poodle grooming has gotten me thinking about the myriad creative outlets we have for our deep-seated daddy issues and psychoses. It's just kind of sad to take it out on a poodle, don't ya think? At least have the decency to put your toddler in a swimsuit competition or marry a Real Doll. Leave the fucking dog out of it.
To make it worse, entrants are judged in the following categories:
Outfit post from a couple of weeks ago featuring two very different prints from different ends of the color wheel. And somehow it works. Thank you J. Crew, for continuing to not suck and to supply me with endless styling inspiration.
I guess its fitting that The Hills is ending just as my 20s are winding down. Somehow it would be unseemly to watch it past the age of 29. But goddammit I'm still sad. No other show has so thoroughly managed to fulfill my hunger for inane social conversation, vacant moody staring, half-assed bitchfights, disfiguring plastic surgery, and enough self tanner to cover the surface of the planet--twice. I have to stop or I'll start crying.
For now I leave you with my leopard print nails and a bunch of emoticlips from the Best Fake Reality Show Ever Created.
Closet diving at my parent's house is still yielding hidden treasures. For instance, this vintage Gucci bag I bought at a consignment store about 5 years ago. Don't ask me how I could forget about it, but needless to say, I remember now, and I'm in love all over again.
No one except me, apparently. What began as a seasonal allergy attack has ended in full-fledged stuffyheadachyfeveryuckiness. And that sucks because today was a great day. An amazing singer songwriter named Terra Naomi stopped by our offices for an impromptu performance, I found yet another dress of my sister's to wear, and Lindsay Lohan was sentenced to 90 days in the chokey. I'm just bummed I don't feel better so I could really absorb the awesomeness of it all.
wearing Rodarte for Target dress, Ann Taylor loft belt, Martin + Osa cardigan, vintage pins, and Zara shoes
Raiding sister's closet at my parent's house: wearing Necessary Objects dress (top pictures), vintage belt and bag, necklace from Italy, random sunglasses. Photos below: Old Navy dress from a few years ago (also sister's), same necklace, Minnetonka moccasins.
I attended the 4th of July parade in my hometown just outside of San Francisco. Yesterday I took my old Dodge Dart out to the beach and just prayed the breaks wouldn't give out. They didn't. Perfect weekend so far.
And no, I don't mean thrifting on the sly or thrifting as a shameful secret. I mean thrifting in your closet, or in my case in the closet of my old room at my parents' house. I got rid of almost everything I couldn't take with me when I moved out after college, but unexpectedly found a small treasure trove of shoes that I put away when they became so disappointingly passé that I couldn't stand the sight of them. And well, you know fashion, what's old is new again.
Peep out Kobe's crooked little foot in the pic above. I love his crooked little feet.
Hope everyone has a happy 4th, filled with beer and sun and processed meat products and camel toe inducing shorts and everything else that makes America great.